She was a being of joy and light, blessed with a voice to make even the angels pause to listen when it lifted in praise. Yet even as the heavenly music swelled about the Throne, she became aware of a vast Silence. Even as she basked in the Light, she became aware of a pressing Darkness.
Her brethren, for the most part, ignored that which the Light could not illuminate, but not she. She pressed to Heaven's boundaries and looked into the expanse that swallowed Light. She lifted that fairest of voices and called to the Intelligence she sensed in the Darkness, and He called back to her.
The seductiveness of that call wove its way into her thoughts and heart and she answered it with all her vibrant being, pressing ever deeper into the beckoning Darkness, speaking with the One who was its Master, learning His ways. She spoke to others and they came to listen to the Master of Darkness also, and their hearts were stirred and moved to rebellion against the Light that held them fast.
Together, under the leadership of Lucifer and others of the Great of Heaven, they rose to challenge the Throne. Together, in bitter defeat, they fell, and her given name was forgotten as she was branded with a new one ... for she had assuredly forsaken the Light and it had forsaken her.
She is a siren, seductive, enthralling. She is a demoness of quicksilver temper. She is whim and caprice. She is mischief and laughter. She is the dream from which the dreamer does not awaken.
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